Imagine. Early in their courtship, Michiru is trying to do some fishing and asks Haruka what her type is.

Haruka’s honestly and sappiness bolts ahead of her thinking and she says type feels pretty irrelevant when she knows the most beautiful woman in the world. Michiru frowns, unsure whether to feel jealous, and finally asks if she might see this woman and judge for herself.

Haruka is  m o r t i f i e d  but mumbles sure, fiddles with her phone for a moment, and hands it over.

IT’S ON SELFIE CAM.